A/N: Okay, this is my first fic, so please review, but don't be too harsh ::flinches::. I know the title sucks, but it's like lack of a better word kind of thing. Oh well, it sort of fits. This is going to be only the first part, so tell me if you want it continued with the next books. I'm doing this book by book. But, we only know what happens up to 4 at the moment, right? Also: You've probably seen fics like this before, but…um…I don't really care. So I'm just going to shut up now, and get to the disclaimer & fic. By the way, 'tis from Hermione's P. O. V.
Disclaimer: All mentioned characters, settings, and incidents except for the one taking place belong to the goddess J. K. Rowling. The rest (dialogue, basic plot, and such) belongs to me. And you can't have it, nanny nanny boo boo…sorry…
The Confession
An Original Fanfic by Tualha
"What?!" Ron exclaimed.
"I'm…I'm…I'm in love with Harry," I replied nervously.
"And you want to tell me why. Now this I gotta hear." He settled into one of the chairs in the familiar Gryffindor common room, ready for the long speech that he knew was coming. It was late, around one. Harry himself had gone straight to bed after doing his homework. Quidditch practice was tiring him out. But, anyway, Ron and I were alone.
"Yeah. I knew as soon as I first saw him. I had read about him, of course, but I had never dreamed of actually meeting the great Harry Potter. It was a huge shock to find out that I was a witch in the first place. I guess that's where this all starts. I mean, I had always known that I was different, but I hadn't had any idea that I was that different! The first person that I talked to on the first train ride was Neville. He lives on the outskirts of the city, in a big old house with a creepy old lady. He had helped me accept the fact that I was magic. I don't think I could've without him…
"In return, I decided to help him find Trevor. I stormed into compartment after compartment, finally coming to yours. Barging in, I repeated the words that I had said upon entrance to all the others. Neither on you noticed my voice dying at the end. Frantically, I searched the room for something to distract him. My eyes lit upon that tall, gangly, red-haired boy-that was you-with his wand out. I demanded to see the spell, then, while everyone was looking, I came up with the introductory speech that I blurted out next. You don't need me to repeat that, do you?" He shook his head, apparently eager for me to continue. I complied, a bit heartened.
"During the pause, I waited anxiously to see how you guys would react. To my partial relief, you introduced yourselves first. I already knew who Harry was, of course, but your name came as a surprise. I had read up on the Ministry, and I admired your father's work. But now wasn't the time for that. I made a quick escape, and tried, for the rest of the day, to be near him.
"At the Sorting, you may have guessed, the Sorting Hat wanted dearly to put me in Ravenclaw, where I would be the head of the pack, and practically a goddess. But I knew, from reading up on James and Lily, that he would be in Gryffindor. So that is where I went.
"After that, things were pretty quiet. That Halloween, when you saw me crying, it wasn't because you were talking about me. No, I did know that I had a minimal amount of friends, and I didn't care. I never have had many friends. It doesn't bother me anymore. And I don't care when people tease me, I'm used to that, too.
"Actually, Snape had just told me off for no good reason, and taken some points from our house. He had threatened me with detention, too. That really got me ticked, but I was scared, too. I knew, before any of you did, that he had been a Death Eater. I really did my research that previous summer. And I had read about what trolls could do to people, too. That's why I was petrified. But, all the while, I was thinking about what I was going to do.
"I couldn't let you guys get in trouble, that would make you hate me even more. But I couldn't just start working on Harry to like me now. I had to get friends first. So I did. And I was quite proud of myself, too. But I had to be careful not to say or do anything that would annoy you guys. I did draw the line at copying-really, I won't be there to help you at exam time!- but I tried to make up for it a bunch. I did everything I could, attempting to find out things like who Nicholas Flamel was, and the book (Quidditch Through the Ages, or something like that.), and those flames on the courtyard, and during that match. Finally, to my insecure brain, it seemed to be enough. I relaxed.
"Then, we went down that trap door. I was so nervous, I thought I was going to throw up. What if something happened?! After you got knocked out, we went into the next chamber. There were some bottles, wine, potions, and poison. It was a logic puzzle. I figured it out, my mind off of Harry for the first time that night. Then…well, then I hugged him. Told him he was a great wizard. I couldn't help it, I was just so scared that I would never see him again. I was fighting to keep away the tears.
"When I drank the potion that would get me back through to you and help, I shuddered from the sudden cold. That must be what it feels like to have your blood freeze. The idea made me shake all the more. When he asked after my safety, my heart melted. Summoning up all the resolve and courage in my body, I replied, and left. I was now determined to help him any way I could.
"When it was finished, when we came back to the room…well, you were with me, you know how hard I was shaking. When he came to, I thought I would never fight with him again. I was horrified to learn the truth about what happened. I imagine you were, too. But everything turned out fine, You-Know-Who was stopped. And the year was over. I went home, thinking and daydreaming, wondering about when I would see Harry Potter again.
"The next year-Wait…" I had heard someone on the steps. I told Ron, and scampered up the girls' staircase, pausing to see who it was.
"Ron, I just woke up, why aren't you up there?" My breath caught in my throat. It was Harry.
"Yeah, coming, I must have dozed off while doing my homework. I'll put on the finishing touches, then come in a sec." Slick move, I thought to myself. After Harry had gone, I peeked out and mouthed one word to him: tomorrow.